King of the Tea Room, part 1
I attended college back in the early `80s, in the pre-AIDS days when things were pretty wild. In high school I had been popular with the girls, mainly because I was blessed with a large dick that measured more than nine inches and was very thick. In my sophomore year the word spread among the girls and I never had to try very hard to get laid from that point on. The only time I ever fooled around with another guy was with a friend who I played baseball with. He talked me into trying a threesome with him and his girlfriend, and in the course of it he started sucking my cock. I was shocked, but didn't protest and a few weeks later when his parents were away for the weekend he and I got together just the two of us and he let me fuck him. I even sucked him off. But that's another story. Suffice it to say that when I went to college, I considered myself totally straight.
My freshman year I worked for the school newspaper and enjoyed it enough to think maybe I'd want to try it as a career. An upperclassman suggested that I do an internship with the local newspaper to get experience, and he gave me the name of the person who coordinated that. His name was Craig and I went to see him one day. He was really busy and finally came over to tell me he didn't really have time to meet right then, but if I came back at noon the next day he'd take me to lunch and we'd discuss the internship. I did that the next day, which was a Friday, and he was much more relaxed. Craig was in his 40s, and was a small guy, maybe 5-7 and thin. We walked about a block to a restaurant, where we talked about my interest in journalism. He also asked a bunch of questions about school and my personal life, but I figured he was just curious about a college freshman. Then at one point he asked if I'd been to the Old Library.
"The Old Library?" I said. "I thought that building was closed down."
"It is," he said. "At least the upstairs part. The basement is where guys go to get their rocks off."
I'm sure I had a puzzled look on my face. "You mean it's a lover's lane."
"Not exactly," he said, pushing his plate forward and leaning toward me a little. He began to whisper. "You know that there are gay guys around who like to give blow jobs, right?"
I nodded.
"And there are straight guys and other gay guys who like to get blow jobs... This is where the two groups get together. They call it a tea room..."
"Tea room?" I was completely lost.
About that time the check came and we walked back to the newspaper. We agreed that I would do an internship with the newspaper for the fall semester.
On the way back to campus I thought about Craig's weird story. I even took a detour by the Old Library. It looked completely dead and unremarkable. There was an entrance around back, a set of metal steps going down one level with a battered old light overhead. I thought about it all weekend. Finally by Sunday night my curiosity had the better of me and I walked over to the Old Library. I stood in the shadows of the building next door and waited. Nothing happened for almost five minutes. Finally I was about to leave, thinking that Craig must be laughing his ass off at his joke he played on this freshman. Just then a guy walked around the corner and disappeared down the steps. I waited and he didn't come out. Just then another guy came walking past me and he went down the steps. Shit, I thought, it must be true.
I mustered up the courage and walked toward the steps. I went down and pushed open the door. Inside was a hallway, dark except for two red emergency lights on either side. My eyes adjusted and I started to look around. There were a couple of guys in the hall but they quickly entered rooms. Off the hallway were two rooms on either side which I assume must have been classrooms at one point. They were split by bathrooms on either side, one for men and one for women. I pushed the door into one of the rooms and went inside.
The room was dark except for the light coming in from the street through several small windows on one side. The room was full of boxes of books, and someone had moved and stacked up some of the boxes around to create partitions, almost a maze of boxes. This created dark spaces and offered some a little privacy. In the darkness I could see several figures moving about, and I could hear the moans and groans of people having sex. I walked across the hall and found the same thing. Down the hall a little ways someone had propped the doors of the bathrooms open to let a little light in, but these were the darkest spots of all. I stepped into one and could make out three guys lined up against the far wall. There was one guy kneeling in the middle sucking the cock of one guy. I looked over and there was a guy sitting in the stall sucking the cock of a guy standing in front of him. Man, this was like a huge porn movie. There must have been more than 50 guys down here.
I went into another room further down the hall and found more of the same. This time I ventured into the room a little father. There were guys milling around and pairing off, and in one corner there was a group going. A walked past a tall black guy leaning against the wall and he reached out and felt my crotch. My cock, which had been half hard, quickly grew to its full size at his touch. He murmured his approval and stepped toward me. He knelt and unzipped my jeans, then pulled my cock into the air and began licking its head. It felt heavenly, and I leaned forward. He began sucking my cock with great skill, driving deep and licking the underside on the upstroke. Other guys stopped beside us and watched, some stroking their dicks. I knew I wasn't going to last long and after just a few minutes I began to cum. I tried to pull away but my cocksucker wouldn't let me, so I fired off several thick bursts of cum down his throat. He stood and wiped his mouth as he walked away.
I was feeling a little faint, but I zipped up and continued exploring. There was a nice looking guy who had stripped naked and was bent forward, getting fucked from behind by a stocky guy I recognized as being in the football team. "Give me your dick," he whispered. So once again I took it out, stroked it a few times, dropped my pants and shoved nearly 10 inches into his mouth. He began sucking it greedily as his ass was pounded by the football player. A preppy looking guy with curly blonde hair came up beside me and watched. His dick was out, too, and he guided my hand to it. It was very hard, not too big, but leaking precum from its tip. The guy who was sucking me reached up and squeezed the blonde's balls, and in a moment he was sending out a stream of cum across my fingers. About that time football guy groaned loudly and emptied his balls. The guy stopped sucking me for a second but didn't let go of my cock. "Let's see if I can get this big monster up my ass," he said. And before I could move, he spun around and began pushing his well-lubed ass onto my hard shaft. To my surprise it slid in very easily because his ass was so wet from getting fucked. But he was very hot and tight and it felt wonderful. I fucked him with very deliberate strokes and lasted about five minutes before blasting his ass with my load. He thanked me with a kiss on the cheek and moved off into the shadows.
This kind of thing went on for nearly an hour. I fucked a couple of guys and got blown by nine or ten. The action continued all around me and several times I -- or more accurately my big cock -- drew a crowd. Finally I was ready to limp back to my dorm so I headed for the exit. I almost ran smack into a guy standing in the doorway. It was Craig, and he had a big smile on his face.
"Figured you'd come down here sooner or later," he said. "How was it?"
"Amazing," was all I could muster. "You come here a lot?"
"Of course," he laughed. "Everyone loves my dick. You want to see?"
He stepped into the nearest room, pulling me with him. Craig unzipped and began rubbing his cock. He put his free hand on my shoulder and gently forced me to kneel. When my face was at eye level with his belt he pulled out the biggest cock I had ever seen. Jesus, I thought mine was big, but his was at least two inches longer and very thick, with a broad vein on the underside. It had a slight upward curve to it and the head was wide and large. He laughed again and rubbed the head against my lips. "You like?"
My head swimming, I put both hands around the shaft and began kissing and licking the part that remained uncovered. His hand went to the back of my head and he urged me forward. I started sucked on it, stretching my jaw to take it all in. He winced when I nicked him with a tooth, but in a moment I was giving it a workout like a pro. He sighed and groaned, encouraging me. Somebody had come to stand and watch us and was stroking their cock but I didn't care. I was transfixed on this huge piece of meat in my mouth and I wanted Craig to shoot his load. I went down on him until I choked, then pulled back and started again, all in rapid succession. He was apparently enjoying it, from the sounds he made and from the fact that his dick seemed to grow even bigger. Suddenly he clutched my head and began jerking his hips. A flood of cum filled my mouth and I had to swallow to keep up with the volume. After a moment he slipped his dick out of my mouth and zipped up. I stood and he motioned me to follow him to the door.
Once we were outside he turned to me and smiled broadly. "That deserves a beer. Would you like to come back to my apartment?" I followed him as if in a trance.
More to come...
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